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Today is the seventy third Republic Day,
Of India - young nation - a unique bouquet;
Nice spicy people living in twenty eight states,
And eight union territories; friendly relate…!
Talking more than four hundred twisting tuneful tongues,
With their hereditary folk-dialect strings;
Faiths of ten religions fraternally flourish,
Each in their way love, hope and tolerance nourish...!
Staging, daily, moreover, twenty eight dance forms,
And ten or above folk county art formic norms...
Algebra, number zero, yoga, shampoo, chess,
Origin from this ancient land's lovely abyss...!
We've Tricolor; true Hindu Saka calendar,
Rupee, tiger, peacock, lotus, Ganges grandeur;
Our hospitality has its global flavor,
Shown in humble, courtesy-filled frank behavior...!
Doctor Ambedkar, Constitution-designer,
Nehru, Bose, Dadaaji, lal, bal, pal, and other;
All fighting to gain the nation deserved freedom,
And then its federalism solving each problem...!
Of all, gift of this nation for this lovely globe,
Is, the man, Mahatma Gandhi, in torn old robe...
Who, like Jesus, taught Indians, show other cheek,
If one beats you on one; to reach forgiveness-peak...!
26 January 2022
We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of space we begin to understand.
Melding with the void, concepts are discarded,
wherein present as formless awareness pure,
the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded,
whence earth life tests then, we easily endure
and with no attachments left to be guarded,
softened soul presence in time becomes demure,
whereupon flickers in space are by us seen,
piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean.
God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too,
signalling that though it holds us in its womb,
it also depends on God’s pulse to renew,
that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom,
it is silence alone that offers a clue
to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume.
Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise,
who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.
Something about paint
I absolutely adore!~feeling more
fluid-thinking when wearing an
old smock, branded with dashes and
blobs, to my mind each
one a stripe of rank with starry
splashes my medals –
like coral reefs
like florescent algae
a new canvas primed, runny
with liquid motion; I thrust
my igniting brush...somewhat
sad when all is dried and
framed; yet the good ones
remain tacky to the touch,
delightfully smeary to
the eye~like the wetted
hands of children, bringing their
innate patterns into active focus --
I think, when it comes to poetry
the ocean will never be entirely
emptied: what mysterious lyrics
lurk in such black, unrhymed depths –
by the magma-vents, like moths
writers are drawn to eerie glows,
shadowy forms~dauntless, ready to
risk even death for fiery licks
and rapturous cuddles....
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There is wonderful poetry some of it you can write
Places to learn about, so many that are out of sight
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All the forms of poetry, some short, some are long
All will tell you about your poetry what is strong
Competitions to enter so welcome right along
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Just sit back read great poems, to unwind
Important ingredient still one more
It will be your favorite I am sure
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Combine it no mistake
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Bake slowly til tender and easy eaten
Take a big taste your life will sweeten
"Has solitude ever led your steps down a forest path . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
Joyful serendipity has me in accord with seasonal change
Nature nurtures and controls my life force
This wheel of life forever rotating
Spectrum of sublime wonder guides my thought.
Magical spring visit brings refreshing mist and rain
On the cusp of wonderful renaissance
Enigmatic forest becomes alive
With an element of deep mystery.
Colours of summer aflame with flamboyance ~ so bold
I'm mesmerised with breath-taking season
Burgeoning bluebells carpet forest floor
Breathless moment, enduring memory.
Is autumn sad? No, I do not think so
There's pure beauty in its perfect demise
Remnants of summer swept quickly away
Leaving behind an echo ringing clear.
With stealth winter creeps over quiet landscape
Cold silence scintillating all around
Spellbound by Mother Nature slumbering
Yet, I know with certainty all will rise.
''V'' Forms Poetry Contest
Quote #2 - Inspiration with a theme of - Nature
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Constance La France
17/11/2022
Pixabay Image by:MR1313
It's almost as if Beethoven, had seen her gamin face
And had composed a melody...to match her given name
My grandchild, sweet Claire Elise, I love your name, so fair
You bear the name, so filled with grace of fragrant springtime air
Each letter, bound together, forms a soothing lyrical sound
She has mischief set between her eyes...and with cheeks the color rose
Such a name that fits her many moods, like a poem so filled with prose
She is daughter of springtime, impatient as the seasons
Twirling like a whirlwind, never needing any reason
She's an imp, she's a beauty, she is like a butterfly's cocoon
She is living on the threshold, of a flower soon to bloom
Summer glistens in her raven locks, winter hides behind her pout
Autumn waiting in the colors, she is changing all about
Her beauty leaves me breathless, like the sound of her sweet name
Claire Elise...my love unfolds....a greater beauty still untold
Beneath the moon, beneath the skies, just as your name implies
You are the greatest gift, I've ever received,
You are heaven sent, on angel wings
From your mother's winsome smile
And the teasing loving twinkle in your daddy's gleaming eyes
Hello Miss Destiny,
It is great to see you. It was great seeing you every day.
When I first saw your face, I was astonished to see such a young and pretty woman standing before me in hell. I read your profile and I must say that I do not give a about your past. Your crimes and consequences are already being absolved. You are a strong woman and I see you doing well in the community. I will be the one to say that you are doing well, and I will see you again. I may see you at the only place I will call my church. Sometimes an angel must fall from grace and be picked up from one of the watchers that has become disgruntled; yet, only to realize that angels come into the life of others through various forms. Your children and you may become part of my family. Only if God brings us together. Of course, in time our family will be bigger. You are the phoenix arisen from the ashes. I am the dragon and king of chances. The lamb shed its blood for all of us even for the ones that have fallen. The phoenix is the mate of the dragon (told by a friend). Your phoenix’s will help my dragons. I will change your title of Miss to Ms. or Mrs., it depends on your choice. Please take my name and your life will change. A kiss is what I want to give you.
Sincerely,
Your future love
Grandpa said, “You work hard all day
to do to yourself some good....
what you think as priory in your pay
is a well deserved dish of good food!”
For the less fortunate; one square meal
and for the well off; another day of feast!
In diet classes: "It’s not a big deal
to decline favorites to have fat decreased!"
At home: A well garnished pizza “extra cheese”
and a generous chunk of ‘Black Forest cake’ to follow.
All to be flushed in with wine, sweet and chilled, please.
I can't help it; my stomach is an ever growing hollow!
So, "Do what I say but don't do what I do.";
Rational on duty but mad for a ‘biryani”, spicy and hot!
Strong to my audience, but weak with a pint of home brew.
"Excuse me, for the extra sugar, can’t resist my cooking pot!"
28/06/16
18/02/17 Revisited for contest Just a little bit of sugar by Debbie Guzzi
Note: sugar in simple and complex forms constitute nearly all foods, which is calculated as calorie intake per day.
silence of the light by nightfall
darkness redeems what it cannot redress
untoward behaviors pursued by her seemed
insanely immersed in the concrete of fear
dancing with mercurial madness
divinely guided to upend her down-ness
following dream like qualities of sainthood
what is one is not the other...the other is
the other day, I noted, the sidewalk has
cracks in the minds of minions...cannot mend
without the glue of guilt and beliefs which bind
hitherto known as religious fervor of the ages
what is the possible outcome when none look
up seeing what has never been seen?
merry go round and round never to stop
until the one awakens out of this insanity
thinking you are the chosen...I guess self
selection can happen that way...your selection
and your self, aiming this world towards
that comes in many forms, fear being
the drive by of the light of night...
"Why are you crying?" feels like an accusation.
A heart under inquisition.
It's in the way your mouth forms the syllables that stops me short of vulnerability.
I gave you those tears as a gift- an opportunity to rewrite the script.
To ask me why I was laughing instead.
It has come to my attention that your devotion to sadistic tradition comes with great cost.
The epiphany soaks into me like a ghost of my patience past.
The heavy cost is not the sacrifice of my wellbeing- rather it is me.
So when you ask me why I am crying with such accusation- I will answer like a woman tried.
You.